I Want To Be Brave, And Selfless,

He Leans His Face Close To Mine And Wraps His Fingers Around My Chin. His Hand Smells Like Metal. When Was The Last Time He Held A Gun, Or A Knife?

Someone Shouts, "enough!" And I Think Too Much And Nothing At All.

So You're Her Brother? Says Linn. I Guess We Know Who Got The Good Genes.

Who Is He When He Isn't Dauntless, Isn't An Instructor, Isn't Four, Isn't Anything In Particular? Whoever He Is, I Like Him. It's Easier To Admit That To Myself Now, In The Dark, After All That Just Happened. He Is Not Sweet Or Gentle Or Particularly Kind. But He Is Smart And Brave, And Even Though He Saved Me, He Treated Me Like I Was Strong. That Is All I Need To Know.

I Didn't Know That Idiocy Caused People To Just Start Spontaneously Bleeding From The Nose.